Ah well, of course. HI-NRG. But no one touches Frankie because he’s not tacky, he doesn’t expose himself. But he writes well, neither better nor worse than Caparezza or Fibra who act like fools. A random excerpt from Fibra: << I dreamed of hosting Striscia La Notizia with Noemi Letizia chopped up in a Krizia bag
if I were a woman I’d be Patrizia
escort, I’d sell my body for a spot on TV or a slice of pizza
pieces of dicks blended in Brenda's room, not in Beverly Hills, Victoria's Secret Agenda
the agenda, the agenda, there, there, the legendary agenda
like someone filming two women who are getting it on with each other,
the guy arrives asking what I’ve done in this affair
as if I were the idiot making piri, piri, piri, piri
and people are burning up
oh mama, tonight escort is an anagram of dirt
are we staying calm? (juby Elle Juby)
this song reminds me of something
maybe Guccini, I saw Bertè at Villa Certosa among pink balloons
turns and twists
these people who take three puffs and then come back with three tapirs
the music doesn’t say anything anymore
it’s a strategy that reassures people
there are even words you can’t say
you use them even if you don’t want to hear them >> and one from HINRG
Esteemed Director of the emotionally stable Human Resources Department of the northwestern multinational with a beautiful, indisputable accounting situation
I write this to keep you just attentive enough to consider me hired
I present myself, I was born like many in a time when many hardships were distant even the leftovers were cash
the rhythms were constant and everyone was happier
there was always little bread but there were even fewer teeth
we were wealthy but needed only a few clothes
we breathed austerity, can you believe it was bad to have debts in those bygone times?
then we changed, we adapted, homogenized, cataloged
look a little at what we have all become
including yours truly, excluding the present ones >>
Removed Fibra’s TACKINESS, the stature seems identical.
